Mayuzumi please for number 73 dates fic meme ;)

I’m sorry this is so short, but I hope you like it!

Mayuzumi – Date #73 – Ice
skating/roller skating

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,”
Mayuzumi complains rubbing his hands together, his breath coming out like
steam.

“Because you love me,” you quip back lacing up
your skates

Stepping out onto the ice, you effortlessly glide across its
surface, spinning once before taking off swiftly, the bite of the cold air invigorating
against your skin.

Your hair whips around and you feel free, you always feel
most free here. Turning around you see your boyfriend still on the snow. “Aren’t
you coming?” you shout, your voice carrying far in the silence of the
surrounding woods.

Mayuzumi blinks, coming out of his haze from watching you.
You look positively ethereal in your blue and white winter clothing, the bright
full moon shining down on the secluded pond behind your parents’ home.

Skating out, he’s still cold and uncomfortable but he has to
admit the vision of you doing what you love is worth the sacrifice.

Dates fic meme, number 52 – Kise Ryota

Ryouta Kise – Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as you
and Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect spring
day and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball and
modeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blonde
as he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it and
follow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doing
various tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on his
face has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit more
complicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you to
finish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees them
doing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than to
be near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting their
mark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but as
you predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,
leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption all
together.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with a
decidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t so
fearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting his
head or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming down
hard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as you
reach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.
You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneel
beside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the hand
covering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go with
me to get a new bike?”

You’re unsurprised when he buys a BMX, intent on redeeming
himself from his epic fail.

Nijimura, Kagami, Kasamatsu, & Okamura, number 7 Imagines/Reactions weekend~ pretty please and thank you dear <3

#7 – Exercising

Nijimura – Being a former captain, he is very disciplined
about his workout schedule, particularly because he’s caring for his ailing
father and makes sure to be done with his training early in the morning. He
alternates arm and leg days, getting in some cardio every day and making sure
to have at least one rest day.

Kagami – Has a tendency to overdo it if he’s
not careful. Riko already has him on a strict training regimen but Kagami has
become a perfectionist, learning to rely less on inherent talent and coupling
it with focused effort. The combination makes him even more formidable but he
has been known to push himself too far and have to take a week or more off to
recover.

Kasamatsu – This captain is all about leading
from the front and will make sure to set a good example for his team. He works
out right along with them, helping as needed and giving tips. His personal
workouts are done at night, a bit less intense but more focused on the areas he
feels important for his skill set and where he can take the time he wants/needs
to because he doesn’t have to worry about motivating (read: scaring) his kohai
into getting their asses in gear.

Okamura – With his team, Okamura is all about
the weight training and cardio but in the privacy of his own dwelling he has discovered
the beauty that is yoga. It helps stretch his muscles and makes it easier to
keep control of his large frame.

Dearest, let me hug you!! Thanks for having me participate here and yay congrats for 500! Yosh I’m excited. How about Momoi and HQ guy (your choice haha) coincidentally meeting one night while he’s practicing volleyball and since then it’s become a routine that she walks home at night, stops by to watch him, and they make light convos while he practices? Maybe you could make them tease each other that their sport is better than the others, and that the other should switch sides lmao idk.

So this is pretty much not what you describe above (sorry) but it is the characters you requested lol. I had a lot harder time writing these two than I thought I would but I hope you like what I’ve come up with. Sorry if it’s terrible. Thank you for the hug and congratulations and all your wonderful support!

Walking through the Fukurodani campus on her way back from analyzing
their basketball team for an upcoming game, Momoi is startled when she hears a
loud cry of, “Akaashi!” What would Seijuro-kun be doing out here? Curiosity
leads her towards the sound of the loud voice where she comes upon another gym,
this one set up for volleyball. Inside she sees a boy with black and grey hair
jumping up and slamming a volleyball set up by a dark haired, slightly sleepy
eyed male.

“Nice one Akaashi!” the first boy yells and she realizes her
mistake. Of course, it wouldn’t be her
Akashi that was here.

She watches in silence, admiring both players skills. She
may not know much about this sport, but she can tell these two are something
special. After a while they leave and she too makes her way back home.

A week later she’s back, this time for the game she’d been
doing research for. After Too’s victory the team is making their way back
through the school when she realizes she forgot her bag. Hurrying, she enters
the gym only to find the same dark-haired boy as before picking it up.

He turns at her entrance and she walks up extending her
hand. “Thank you, I almost forgot that,” she says as he hands it to her
silently.

“Your guys are something else,” he comments and she smiles.

“Yeah, they’re pretty amazing,” she replies. Going on she
says, “Then again, you and that owl boy aren’t too bad either.”

Akaashi chuckles at Momoi’s description of Bokuto. “I
thought I sensed someone watching us. Well, if you ever really want to see us
in action, come to a game, we have one next week here,” he offers. Extending
his hand, he adds, “Akaashi Keiji, second year vice-captain and setter.”

Momoi takes it saying, “Momoi Satsuki, nice to meet you.”

“Oooooooo,” Bokuto says his eyes wide, “who is that hottie with the pink hair? She’s waving at you Akaashi!”

The setter turns, seeing Momoi sitting in the stands and as
Bokuto pointed out, she’s waving. He sends a little wave back to her before
looking back at the ace. “Focus on the game, Bokuto.”

Momoi is thoroughly impressed by Fukurodani and transfixed
by the action on the court. Overall, she’s gathered how the game works, and
finds herself analyzing the players just the same as she would for basketball.
As she’d previously suspected, Bokuto and Akaashi make quite the pairing,
frequently scoring. She chuckles slightly at a moment when the ace lets his
temper get the best of him but is not surprised with the home team emerges
victorious.

Afterwards, she waits for Akaashi, and when he exits the
lockers room he approaches her with a small smile. “You came,” he says simply.

“Yeah and it was great! I mean, not as great as basketball,
but still, it was a lot more exciting than I thought it would be.”

“Not as great as basketball? Is there anything great about basketball?”

“Hey, weren’t you the one who said our guys are something
else?” she says smiling slyly.

It falls to a pout when he says, “I never said that was a
good thing.” But his eyes have a dash of humor in them.

“You know, you should really tell that owl boy to watch his
eyes, it was obvious he was going to cross and that forced a rather poorly
powered straight,” she comments making Akaashi’s eyes go a bit wider.

“For someone who just started watching the game, you sure
seem adept,” he replies narrowing them again. Suddenly he’s glad she’s not into
volleyball the same way she is with basketball.

Shrugging, Momoi smiles demurely. “Boys are just so simple,”
she says, turning to leave. He clears his throat giving her pause and she turns
back around.

“Well, if you want to be surprised, you should check out
Karasuno. They’re…untraditional,” he says, eyes darting away for a moment. “In
fact,” he adds turning to look at her again, “they’re playing tomorrow against
Nekoma in a practice game. Care to come?”

“To just a practice game? Won’t it be boring?” she asks
confused.

“Not with these teams,” he replies, face giving nothing away.

A creature of curiosity, Momoi shrugs her shoulders. “Sure,
why not?”

“Great,” he says, giving her his phone number and gaining
hers to set up where to meet. “Oh, one more thing,” he adds before they part, “what
would it take to obtain your analysis of them? We have matches coming up
against them as well.”

She grins. “You’re a bit more devious than you appear
Akaashi-kun.” She taps her chin then says, “How about dinner afterwards?”

He nods. “It’s a date, see you tomorrow.”

Here’s the updated version! Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kiyoshi, & Hanamiya, number 3 Imagines/Reactions weekend. Thanks a lot!

Thank you for being such a sweetie
and dealing with my crazy behind! Realized after we chatted that singular
requests for the list work fine BUT I love your choices for this one and am happy
to do them. Thanks for being such an active participant on my blog!

Imagine Prompt #3 – Doing Laundry

Akashi: Let’s be real here, homeboy
does not do his own laundry, he’s got servants for such menial tasks. However,
he does draw the line with his
attendant picking out his clothes. He’s an (almost) grown man, he’ll pick out
his clothes himself thank you very much.

Midorima: Excessively organized and
anal about color separation, going so far as to separate whites from off
whites. Each load is washed, dried and put away before the beginning of a new
week. His mother appreciates having one less child to worry about cleaning up
after.

Aomine: Could give a crap about
sorting, not that it would really matter considering he owns mostly dark
clothing made primarily of cotton. Waits until his hamper is pretty much
overflowing then shoves everything in all at once. As a result, not all items
end up fully clean or dry but he doesn’t care. It’s a miracle that he hangs anything
up really.

Kiyoshi: Having been taught by both
his mother and grandmother the importance of understanding domestic responsibilities,
Kiyoshi is satisfactorily adept at doing laundry, whether it just be his or
helping with the rest of the family’s. He’ll make a good husband one day, fully
willing to share the household chores.

Hanamiya: Surprisingly willing to
do his own laundry, mostly to hide from his mother the blood stains acquired
during his breaking of other people. That and he knows she works hard so having
one less chore to worry about is something he’s willing to give her, she being
the only person in the whole world he cares about more than himself.

I’m sorry, but could you also do number 9 for Takao for the kiss prompt? Lol thanks~ ;)

No need for apologies, I love receiving asks. And THANK YOU for requesting this sweet dork. I just love him!

Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.

“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.

For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.

You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.

Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.

For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.

Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.

Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.

For the character name and drabble prompt, can I have Kise for number 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Thank you dear!!

Ryouta Kise – Prompt #5 – “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

A violent sneeze erupts from your mouth in the handkerchief
clutched in your fingers. Wiping your nose, you sniff, asking the eternal
question of how so much junk can come out of it and yet you still can’t
breathe.

Groaning, you fall back down onto your bed, arm covering your
eyes. You hate being sick. Not that anyone really enjoys it you suppose but you
hate it more than most. A tickle in your throat sends you on a coughing spree,
body turning to the side as you fist your hand to your mouth.

You squint when a beam of light from the hallway falls over your
face, pulling the covers up to block it out.

“________-cchi?” Kise’s voice is soft, his overt
cheerfulness momentarily absent in his concern for you.

You grunt from under the covers, rolling to face away from him;
the last thing you need is for the gorgeous ace to see you like this. Traveling
with the team has been fun up until this point. Why had you not made sure to
wear a mask on the plane?

A dip in the bed lets you know he’s taken residence next to you
but you’re surprised at the gentle touch on your shoulder. Increasing the
pressure, Kise rolls you on your back, frowning at the misery he can see in
your eyes.

He stands abruptly, leaving the room and you’re confused; are you
that horrid looking? Probably. But before you can delve further into self-deprecation
he returns, a bottle and spoon in his hand.

Without a word, he comes to your bedside and tilts you up,
fluffing pillows behind your back. Once you’re settled he grabs what you suppose
is cold medicine, filling the spoon with it.

“Open up,” he orders gently.

“Kise,” you say, voice raw from coughing, “I can
do it.” You reach a hand for the spoon but he pulls it away.

You’re just about to argue when he says, “You always take
care of us, me especially. So, I’m going
to take care of you, okay?”

Even though he phrases it in the form of a question you know
there’s nothing you can say to deter him so with a relenting sigh, you drop
your hand and your jaw.

Your face wrinkles at the taste but ten minutes later you are
feeling slightly better, enough that you lay back down and are finally able to
get to sleep.

As he tucks you in more securely, Kise leans down to kiss the
top of your head, whispering into your hair, “I want to always take care
of you, ______-cchi.” He’ll confess to you when you’re feeling better.